At Dunedin International Airport, 19 months ago

New territory: unmarked by foot or gaze;

a virgin place whose undiscovered gaps and lines

conspire to engulf and redefine

this sore and sullied crust that I call skin.

And should I trace this trail that is not there?

Will crevices and cliffs be my companions?

Or will they lose me, in a storm

that marks me: naked; washed; unborn.

Labels: poetry